The Road To Colla
The blossoms of a Judas tree
Deep pink against an azure sea,
A silver moth on thoughtless vving,
A hidden bird that hghts to sing,
A little cloud that wanders by.
Across the endless field of sky.
A city in the far away,
Upon the hills beyond the bay,
And over all, the sun divine.
Pouring his stream of burning wine
Like nectar strong with youth and mirth,
Into this goblet of the earth !
The Ledbury Road
The road that leads to Ledbury
Oh ! it be such a pretty way.
As far as Wales you'll likely see.
Suppose the month be May.
The little birds they sing and sing,
The blackbirds and the thrushes do,
And after rain in early Spring
The grass looks green and new.
I wish that I were walking there,
Along that road so still and wide,
A lad without a thought or care.
My true-love at my side !
On The Road To Tennaley Town
Maryland, U.S.A.
Over the hills to Tennaley Town,
When the leaves are red, and the leaves are brown,
Under a limpid sky!
Oh ! it 's good to be young to-day,
Strong, and young, on this lonely way,
Happy my thoughts and I !
Far below where the mists are blue
Runs the river, and damp with dew
Glimmers the golden corn,
Crickets sing in the wayside grass,
Beetles drone, as I pause and pass
On thro' the Autumn morn.
' Winter's coming,' the winds have said,
Shall I weep for a time that 's dead?
Foolish to weep, not I !
Over the hills near Tennaley Town,
When the leaves are red, and the leaves are brown,
I'm here, alive, walking swiftly down,
Then what matters the by and bye !
